Rain again forcing the early TdeF exit of Chris Froome. Paris is good raining. Today the D'Orsay, la magazin Lafayette, Henri IV's place des vosges. and the musee Canavalet sheltered me while opening my eyes to ancient and modern glories.
A dark morning late start with the bike bag court-yarded. Disguised last nights hand wash in the cupboard to finish drying. After a more friendly petit dejeuner the metro bore me dry to the wonderful old train station doubling as La D'Orsay.
Familliar pics. The nga had some of their cherries once in my time. And unfamiliar. Les geants Courbet Delacroix, Rodin are always a surprise. Then Carpeaux. What wonderful sculptures he made and an absolutely impassioned painting of the royal exit prior to the seige of Paris. Really very much enjoyed this exhibition. Bought the catalogue to maintain ma francais.
Then home via Galleries Lafayette. A very big shop on top of an equally magnificent rumbling train station.
Then off to a lovely garden just behind the rue de Rivoli. Only to find its founder the great Henri quartre superceded in the sculpture stakes by Louis 13th on his tree groined horse towering above the youngsters chorusing at his pivotal pedestal.
Then up the rue to a museum celebrating the history of Paris itself. Great Palais filled with some of this city's greats along with their intricate furniture. Paul Keating now I understand. Here are fine clocks.
Home to bread, tabouli and cheese with a guiness en chambre for dinner, to get a glimpse of la tour en francais. Long sleep tonight for the flying home blur.
Will try to blog tomorrow which will extend as I regain my lost time, however not totally sure if it will be possible.
Auvoir Paris G'day Australie.
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